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I felt a jolt of excitement, and made to sprint over to them and introduce myself, but Mom and Aunt Lucilla stopped me before I could. “What?” I asked, “Why can’t I say ‘hi?’” “Because they’re strangers, Diamond,” Mom said, “and strangers can be dangerous.” “Dangerous?” I asked, confused, “Why would someone who doesn’t know me be a danger to me?” “Because you’re a stranger,” Mom said, “and some people fear strangers, and when people get scared, they become dangerous themselves.” “But they wouldn’t be strangers if I introduced myself!” I insisted, frustrated that Mom couldn’t see the contradiction in her statement, “Then no one would have to pornstar be scared!” “I don’t think these are the kind of people who want to meet new people.” Mom frowned, looking at the homogenous gentry, many teen of whom were staring at us. Flora suddenly turned from the path, and walked purposefully to the house Aunt Lucilla had spotted earlier. 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There was a time when I would’ve looked upon the derelict farm houses and broken fences with disdain, but I was too starved of civilization to be anything but delighted at the taste of it. It was obvious that the humans of Towerhead rarely saw people of other races by the looks they gave us, and I suspected they would’ve done more than gawk, were it not for the imposing figure of Freydis Skyborn. I was glad that the High Guard was drawing so much attention, because out of the five of us, she was the only one wearing proper clothes. Diamond, Julia and Flora wore the tatters of blankets and cloaks, and my garb barely concealed the glowing patterns that would’ve given me away. 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